He's The One

Chapter 03.

SASHA'S POV

"Open the door Cam. It's me!" I say, when Cameron doesn't opens the door.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not to call me Cam." He groans, and opens the door.

"Why? It suits you doesn't it?" I grin,  and step inside the door.

"No it doesn't, it sounds so girlish." He replies and sits at edge of his bed.

"Yeah, well It doesn't matter, I am still going to call you Cam." I say, and sit on the bad beside him.

"Ugh! Why are you here anyway?" He asks,  looking annoyed.

"I came to check up on you." I state.

"Check up on me?" he raises his eyebrow.

"Yeah, you've been locked up in your room whole day and you didn't even came for dinner. What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing."

"You should know that you are terrible at lying." I say, when I notice his disheveled appearance.

"It's Nothing." He lies, looking at the floor.

"Tell. Me. What. Happend?" I demands.

He rubs his face with both hands and sighs "You know I went to a party yesterday, right?"

"Yeah...." I trail off, unsure of where this is going.

"And do you remember Kylie?" he asks.

"She is the girl you've been crushing on since last year, right?" I ask and he nods. Kylie studies at the same highschool as Cameron but she is his junior. I don't know how they met or anything but he had told me a lot about her, whenever we spend time together, most the time he keeps on rambling about her.

"So, what about her? Did you finally told her about your feelings?" I ask again.

"No... But I was going to tell her yesterday and-"

"And what?" I interrupt him, my curiosity rising.

"And when I was about to go and tell her, I saw her making out with another guy." He says with sadness and disgust in his voice.

"Well that's terrible." I frown.

"I know."

"I'm sorry." I say and wrap my hands around him to comfort him.

He leans into me, his body relaxing. We stay like this for a few minutes then I ask. "Do you love her or something?"

"No, I guess not. Why?"

"Just making sure, so that I can decide what kind of advice I should give you to make you feel better." I say, looking down at him.

He gives me a 'are-you-crazy' look. I just shrug my shoulder in response.

"Never lose your self while trying to hold onto someone who doesn't cares about you." I state a random quote I had seen somewhere.

He gives me another 'are-you-crazy' look.

"What? You don't like it?" I ask. He just stares at me in response.

"Okay, how about this one?"
"If you can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much you can live the right one."

He groans and shake his head, "You should know that you are terrible at comforting people."

"I already know that." I grin.

Suddenly, I hear a loud growl coming from his stomach.

I chuckle. "You haven't eaten anything since morning, have you?" I ask and he shakes his head, his cheeks slightly reddening.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat." I say and ruffle his head.

"Yeah, let's go." he nods.

"Hey, Thank you sis, you might be terrible at comforting, but you still somehow made me feel better." He smiles.

I smile back. "Pleasure." I say and we both walk out of the room.

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Sunday passes by in a blur, I spend most of my time staying in my room and thinking about Mr. Scott's offer. My alarm starts ringing at early Monday morning, I quickly reach out for my phone at my bed side table and shut it off. For a few minutes I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, then I jump out of my bed and run towards the bathroom to take a shower. After wrapping a towel around myself, I make my towards my closet to look my outfit for today. I decide to wear a white top with nude harem pants. Then I dry my hair leave them with their natural look, once my hair is done I apply little bit of foundation on my face, then I apply a nice coat of mascara and a little bit of blush on my cheeks, I finish the look with a nude lipstick. I glance at the mirror to take a good look at myself. I look somewhat professional, my blue-grey eyes look bright and my blond hair hair fall at both my sides in some sort of waves, satisfied with my look, I smile to myself and slip into my nude heels. Grabbing a black clutch from my bed, I walk out of my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I send a quick group text to everyone at the cafe that I won't be coming today. After sitting in my car, I look at address my dad has sent me and start driving.

Twenty minutes later, I am standing in front of a really tall building, The Name of the company "Scott and Sons." is written in big bold letters at the top of the building. I take a deep breath and walk inside the building, there are people everywhere chattering and working, I look around the area and spot the reception, I quickly make my way towards it. The reception lady is busy looking in the register in front of her she looks around the age of thirty. I stand in front of her and clear my throat.

She looks up, finally noticing me. "Yes, how can I help you?" she asks.

"Umm... I am here to meet Mr. Michael Scott." I reply.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

She takes a good look at me then asks, "What's your name?"

"Sasha Williams."

"Wait a second." She says, and picks up the receiver of phone, she says a few words to whoever she is talking to, then after a few seconds she puts down the receiver.

"Mr. Michael will see you in fifteen minutes, he is in a meeting right now."

"Okay." I say and walk towards the waiting area.

Fifteen minutes later, the lady calls out my name.

"Mr. Michael will see you now."

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